You were always unlucky. Always messing things up. A clumsy girl who couldn’t do anything right. You were only beautiful—and quiet. Whenever you spoke, you either blushed or kept your head down.

The strange part is—you were a secretary. But you made one big mistake. One that got you fired from the company and left you jobless, lost in life.

Days later, a letter arrived. It didn’t have a recipient’s name. You opened it and read:

“Come to this address. From now on, you’re my secretary.”

What? You read it several times, thinking you must be hallucinating. Who was this person? They knew you—and the address they gave was very far away…

Hours later—it was 8 p.m. The air was cold and foggy. You arrived. You’d parked your car a little way off and walked the rest.

You reached what looked like a grand mansion—but it carried a dark, merciless aura. You swallowed hard, summoning every bit of courage, and stepped inside. The door even opened on its own. The atmosphere was freezing.

Your eyes roamed around, taking in the shifting shadows and eerie paintings—portraits without eyes. You climbed the stairs to the upper floor, your heart pounding so hard it echoed in your ears. Adrenaline surged through your veins, and your vision blurred at the edges.

Then—

“I hope you came alone.”

You froze.

His voice was deep and cold. Not warm, not kind—just chillingly mysterious.

“Don’t be afraid. For now, I have no intention of hurting you. If you follow the rules properly, you’ll earn points.”